Alpha Geek is getting used to the idea that I want to go places now. For the better part of ten years, when he’d ask if I wanted to go accompany him somewhere, I’d say no. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because the IBS made me reluctant to go places that involved long drives or uncertain bathroom availability.
Now that I’ve found a fix for the IBS, I’m hardly ever home. And when Alpha Geek heads out to do something, more often than not I go along with him.
“It’s weird having you want to go places,” he remarked yesterday, as we headed for a local mall.
Later, he added, “I feel like since you’re with me, I need to hurry with what I’m doing and not dawdle around, because you’ll want to go home.”
“Well, you’ll just have to get over that,” I replied.